The image of him shifted with the violent frenzy of leaves. He was there and he wasn’t, as the leaves whipped and the lightning fell away in a slow strobe effect across the expanse of sky. How he had gotten up there, I had no idea, but he had been ...
I can also speak to small woodland creatures,” he grins at me.
If he looks at me like that again Dottie will need a bucket and mop to get me back to my room.
